Qu Luan smiled, stroked his beard and said: "Xia Shoufu is for others to see, you also know that adults have always been the only ministers, Huang Ban don't be really annoyed." ”

"Huh?" Huang Jin was a little surprised, and only heard Qu Luan continue: "Huang has been with His Majesty for many years, and he has worked hard. Shoufu got a new piano cut by the people of Jiufeng Mountain and sent it to your foreign house, saying that it was for you to relieve your boredom. ”

Huang Jin shook his head and said, "If Shoufu really has such thoughts, how can he be plotted again and again without knowing it?" He arched his hand and said, "Thank you Scholar Qu for saving our family's face, Qin... Forget it, I'm an inferior eunuch, and I don't dare to be vassal. ”

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked away.

Outside the main hall, Huang Jin shouted: "Liu Qing! Xia Shoufu is tired, send a chair over! ”

A small lieutenant hurriedly responded: "Yes!" ”

Just as Liu Qing went to move the chair, Yan Song's father and son came together. Yan Song was dressed in a scarlet official dress embroidered with brocade chickens, wearing a fragrant leaf crown given by Sejong, and a green gauze for respect.

Far away, he shook the long sleeves of his hand, bowed respectfully to Xia Yan, and then stroked his long white beard, and greeted him with a smile: "Lord Shoufu." ”

As soon as Xia Yan saw his clown-like dress, he said with displeasure on his face: "Enter the palace with the edict, look at your clothes, what kind of system you have become!" ”

Yan Song smiled and arched his hand: "Lord Shoufu has taught him a lesson. Instead, he looked at Yan Shifan and said, "If you don't see Fei Hong, you don't know how big it is; I don't see Xia Yan, I don't know how to respect each other. Remember. ”

Fei Hongzi Chong, at the age of thirteen, became the Wenyuan of the Xinzhou Mansion Boys' Examination, the sixteen-year-old Township Examination Xie Yuan, the twenty-year-old palace test champion, and the great talent of Lianzhong Sanyuan. During the Zhengde period, he and Yang Tinghe, Yang Yiqing ruled the world together with the Wuyingdian scholars, after three dynasties, died in the fourteenth year of Jiajing.

Now, there is nothing wrong with Yan Song comparing Xia Yan with Fei Hong, and there is also some flattery in his intentions. But Xia Yan is a lone minister who is hated by others, except for a few who have a clear temper.

When such words are heard by others, they can't help but be even more jealous.

Yan Shifan's usual smile is three-point, with a breeze and elegance, and the smile at this time is even more full of faces, looking respectful and cautious. He smiled secretly in his heart, bowed to Xia Yan respectfully, and replied, "Remember the East Building." ”

At this time, Liu Qing and another younger lieutenant came over with a chair, arched his hand and leaned over and said, "Xia Shoufu, please." ”

In the past, Xia Yan would sit down without saying a word, but today, he waved his hand and said: "Your Majesty works hard for the country day and night without saying anything tired, how dare you be a courtier." ”

Yan Shifan looked at Yan Song in surprise, but saw that Yan Song didn't hear it, and he didn't persuade Xia Yan to sit down, but retreated to the side.

Huang Jin, who was not far away, looked at this situation, the corners of his mouth twitched, and secretly scolded himself for having such a narrow stomach, if Xia Yan really sat down and was displeased by His Majesty, he would not be a sin.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes, looked at his nose and nose, and looked like he didn't hear anything outside the window.

Yan Shifan followed his father farther and farther, and came to the corner outside the hall, feeling a little flustered for no reason, and the corner of his right eye suddenly jumped.

Yan Song sighed helplessly, and said slowly: "Be more careful in the future." ”

Yan Shifan asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" ”

Yan Song shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"He, what does he know?"

Yan Song gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice: "Don't scare yourself, tell you how many times, come steadily, come steadily!" When others laugh at you, you have to laugh, others scold you, you have to laugh, others look down on you, you have to laugh. I'll pay them back one by one in the future! Look at your panicked look! ”

Yan Shifan looked at the ministers of the Manchu court left and right, and there was a panic in his heart: "Father... Tao Wenzhong, how dare Tao Wenzhong not be subject to internal edicts? ”

Yan Song's heart jumped suddenly, and then he raised the corner of his eyes and glanced around, his face turned pale.

Yan Song secretly supported Yan Shifan with one hand, so as not to be unstable. This, this is something they discussed in private, no one knows that Tao Wenzhong will make a big fuss about the deficit of the user department today, no one knows that they want to take the opportunity to replace the household department Shangshu with their own people, and no one knows that he was going to be beaten by him when Xia Yan admonished Nanyang Yu about it!

But today, Tao Wenzhong disappeared.

He didn't know that early this morning, Tao Wenzhong was on the way to ride a horse when he was startled by an inconspicuous young man, and he fell into the night incense barrel parked on the side of the road in a panic.

A thick and primitive smell instantly choked into his trachea, just such an inch, Tao Wenzhong, Hu Ke gave the matter, the young talent, and his life was whimpered.

Yan Song hadn't gotten the obituary at this time, but seeing that Tao Wenzhong was not present, he expected that something must have gone wrong, and the wind in the court today may have to be reversed.

He can't lose, he can't lose.

As long as he is alive, as long as His Majesty still has compassion and love for him, he will still have a chance.

Yan Song smiled, as if nothing had happened, and even nodded to several familiar ministers not far away. said softly in his mouth: "Qiu Luan, Qiu Luan can't survive." ”

"What are we going to do?" Yan Shifan hurriedly asked.

Yan Song calmed his mind, retracted his gaze from a distance, and said slowly: "When Guo Guogong returns to Beijing from Liangguang, immediately..." But if Xia Yan is wary of himself, then his official career may come to an end.

He said slowly: "My son in the East Building, my father is going to be sick in bed, you will find an opportunity to hand the green words to Your Majesty in a while, remember to abandon your past style, you must be sincere and sad, and talk about other things when you go home." ”

At this time, Yan Shifan had not gone through too much officialdom struggle, in the end, he had less experience, and he was swept away for a while, his face was full of panic and panic, his eyes were wandering, and he was afraid while responding.

I saw Yan Song ignore his sixty years of age, and pounced on the front in a daze.

His head slammed on the blue brick floor, blood splattered, and he really fainted at this moment. Yan Shifan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "Father! Father! Come, save my father! ”

When he shouted, all the ministers in front of the court gathered around, and someone squatted down to shout: "Yan Shangshu? Yan Shangshu wake up! ”

Yan Shifan looked at him sideways, he was an inconspicuous official of the Guozijian Prison, but he couldn't remember which one it was, he only vaguely remembered that it was a minor official surnamed Zhao, who seemed to have visited him before.

Zhao Wenhua and Yan Shifan lifted Yan Song up, making him face up, and at the same time took out a soft towel to cover Yan Song's head, and shouted anxiously: "What about people! Come on! ”